My sweet friend Brittney who you might know from here has finally announced she's pregnant!! She started a new blog here to share her pregnancy, which unfortunately hasn't been very pleasant so far. She's been such a little trooper all summer and hasn't had to miss too many cheerleading practices. Luckily she's feeling better and I hope the worst of her pregnancy is over! I can't wait to meet little baby Bolt sometime in February or March!!
You might also remember my sweet friend Suzy who is pregnant and expecting her baby sometime in October! She's had some difficulties with her pregnancy this summer, but is feeling better now and we just hope baby Yates hangs out for a little while longer before making his appearance.
So two of my very best friends are pregnant and due within 6 months of each other! I couldn't be more thrilled to meet these sweet little babies!!!
Saturday, July 30, 2011
Thursday, July 14, 2011
Back Again
Over the past 3 months I've started 6 different posts but never actually finished one. Since it's been so long, I think I've been waiting to be inspired to create some wonderful, insightful, thought-provoking post. Well, it hasn't happened yet so I'll just write a quick, run-of-the-mill post instead. Here are some things I've been enjoying lately ...
Cheerleading.
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wouldn't die would be okay. We did just about the simplest stunt there is, but I was still proud I hadn't lost "it" ... not that I'll be joining a cheerleading squad any time soon.
Sweet pups.
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Cheerleading.
Practice 4 days a week, sometimes 5, but I don't think there's anything else I'd rather be doing. Brittney and I are really enjoying coaching and spending time with these girls. It almost makes me miss high school.
Reliving my glory days.
Brittney's friend Matt (who cheers at Hawaii Pacific) was in town and helped us with practice one day last week. Afterwards, he wanted to "play" (meaning stunt). At first I declined his offer ("I haven't cheered in six years ... I'm wearing flip-flops" ... really meaning "I'm absolutely terrified"). Eventually he convinced me I Sweet pups.
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| Mom, your closet is a disaster! |
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| Don't worry about your closet. Let's cuddle instead! |
These pictures were taken within about 2 minutes of each other. Henry is scared of my closet for some reason, but Emma loves it! If I'm in there getting ready, Emma is usually by my side (or on a pile of clothes).
Not doing laundry.
Christopher had to resort to wearing his old referee shirt one evening after work because somebody hadn't washed any of his t-shirts. He swears I agreed to do all his laundry this summer, but I don't recall such a promise.
That's about it. I swear I won't wait as long to post again.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Part 2 - The Surgery
**After reading through this, I realize that I switch back and forth between tenses, but my sleepiness is outweighing my perfectionism right now, so it'll just have to do. :)
After Christopher and I finished watching TV it was just about time to go. We decided to go a little early because I couldn't sit around the house any longer. We got there, checked in, and payed (another treat - paying an ungodly amount for something you don't even want to do in the first place). We sat in the completely silent waiting room for about 10 minutes, watching an awkward video about dentures or teeth implants or something. You know, those absurd infomercial-like videos where the people talk and laugh and show an unusually large number of their teeth to show off how great they look. It's just not natural. Finally they say we can go ahead back so they can start prepping me (that freaked me out because I know exactly what that means - start the IV). We go back and I sit down in one of those oh-so-comfortable dentist chairs and the nurse puts a blood pressure cuff on my arm. I don't know why I hate those things so much, but it seems to me like they squeeze your arm just a little too hard. So it squeezes and squeezes and squeezes and beeps and beeps and the nurse says "Hmm. Well that can't be right." She asks me if I feel at all light-headed (remember, I haven't eat in 14 hours - an unheard of amount of time for me). Besides feeling hungry, I really don't feel dizzy or light-headed. She smiles and says "Okay. Let's just try that again." Great. I can't wait. So she takes my blood pressure again and I guess she was satisfied because she didn't go for a third try. Then she has to put on those little heart rate monitor circle sticky things (I know, I'm very technical). I was wearing a t-shirt so it was a bit awkward because she had to put her hand down my shirt to stick 2 of them on my chest and then the 3rd went on my side. Then they put a medical bracelet on my wrist with my name, age, and the teeth they're taking out (Iprayed to God thought that was probably written in my chart, but whatever). Finally the surgeon came in, calm as ever. He asks me how I'm doing, made some small talk and then sat down to put in the IV. He wrapped that little rubber tie around my arm and gave me something that felt like a hair roller to hold in my hand (I don't know what it was ... I was making it a point to look in the complete opposite direction). This was the moment Christopher chose to pop up and peace out. "See ya after," he said as he crept out the door. Great. So much for moral support. So the surgeon puts in the IV (which stung a little but really wasn't that bad). Then he said he was going to take the needle out and it was just plastic left, which I didn't understand, but I certainly wasn't going to look to try to figure out what he was talking about. After he took the needle out and taped the IV on my arm, it really wasn't bad at all. I must have still been a bit tense, though, because he kept bending my arm and telling me to relax. Easier said than done.
And now. The moment I'd been waiting for. The wonderful, sleep-inducing anesthesia. He injected that glorious little syringe into the top of my IV and said "Okay Cathleen, this will take about 60 seconds for you to feel anything." The nurse took my glasses off and put an oxygen tube in my nose (which wasn't really pleasant, but at that point I didn't care). "30 seconds." And that's the last thing I remember.
Christopher said he was only in the waiting room for about 15 minutes before they called him back to see me. The first thing I remember is my nurse explaining to Christopher how to fold up the gauze and put them in my mouth (such a special job, right?). I guess I kept slipping in and out because Christopher said we were back there for another 10 minutes before they wheeled me out to the car, but the next thing I remember is riding down the interstate. And then sitting in the Publix parking lot while my sweet husband went in to get my prescriptions, jello, and mashed potatoes. Those were the first vivid memories I can recall and I think that's only because I stared at the same stupid flower bobble-head in the car next to us for what seemed like an hour (really, only about 10 minutes). That thing drove me crazy.
We got home and Christopher said he needed to take the gauze out so I could eat something and take my medicine. What?? Medicine, sure, I'm totally fine for getting some more medicine. But eating and replacing the gauze - no thanks. This is the part I'd been looking forward to the second most (anesthesia being first) ... taking more fantastic medicine and passing the f out. But no. Christopher was very firm. "The nurse said you had to change the gauze and you had to take your medicine and you cannot take your medicine until you eat something." Sheesh. Being the sweet caretaker that he is, he made it as easy as possible for me. He sat me on the couch, went and got the jello, the medicine, and fresh gauze, opened the jello and handed me the spoon. Opening my mouth was about the last thing I wanted to do, but I reallywanted needed the medicine, so I kept my eye on the prize. Luckily the practice I got from "taste-testing" jello shots with Brittney freshman year after we were 21, really came in handy and that jello just slid right down. Christopher let me have my medicine, put new gauze in my mouth (perfectly folded, I might add) and said I couldn't go to sleep yet. Skerrrrrt (that's the sound of brakes, if you don't know). I must still be slipping in and out because I thought you said NO sleep, but you must have meant GO to sleep. No such luck. He said I couldn't go to sleep until I stopped bleeding (gross, I know). "Couldn't I just go to sleep and you could change the gauze every 30 minutes?" I wish I'd said thought. So I stayed up for about another hour and a half (watching Rent, which helped a little) and finally Christopher said "You really want to go to sleep, don't you?" "Yeah no shit," I said pitifully. "Oh alright," he said. He turned off the TV and lights and closed the curtains (I was so ready to sleep I didn't even care that he haphazardly threw the curtain tie-backs on the floor).
I have no concept of time for the rest of the afternoon/evening. I remember ... the dogs jumping off and on the bed all afternoon (but when they were on, they were extra cuddly), hearing a James Bond movie playing downstairs, smelling mashed potatoes in my sleep, waking up and eating room temperature mashed potatoes (no hot food or drink for the first 3 days - delightful), talking on the phone to my mom, dad, Brittney, and my surgeon (he called to check on me - nice, huh? I'd recommend him to anyone - Dr. Bart Williams), and Christopher telling me things that I could clearly see, like "Okay, we have 3 steps right here ... the door is right in front of you ... this is your spoon." Thank you Christopher. I had surgery in my mouth, not my eyes. All in all, I felt great. After the anesthesia wore off I really never felt like I had to sleep (of course, that didn't stop me from sleeping a combined 42 of the next 72 hours) and I never felt weird like I have with other painkillers. I really wasn't in pain at all - a little sore and a lot swollen on Thursday and Friday, but never in any real pain.
Here are some of the valuable lessons I learned:
1. Getting blood drawn is not terrible.
2. Getting an IV is okay, especially if that IV is giving you anesthesia.
3. Blood pressure cuff - still bad.
4. Puppies are great cuddlers and provide great comfort when you don't feel well (I already knew that, of course). They do not, however, have any concept that you have had surgery. They were not any more gentle or less crazy than normal. I thought maybe they'd have some sort of sixth sense about these things and they'd calmly crawl on the bed and lay their head down gently so not to disturb me. But no - they jumped, they plopped, they stretched, they kicked. What can you do?
5. Christopher is an absolutely amazing caretaker. He was so sweet and gentle all day. He never once complained that he had to spend his one day off taking care of his poor, feeble wife. He anticipated nearly every need and want and if I did ask him for something he jumped up to do it immediately and not at all begrudgingly (in front of me, anyway). As we fell asleep that night, I told him how sweet he'd been and how much it meant to me and that I couldn't wait to see him take care of our children one day. Still being sweet he said "And take care of you when you have our babies." Whaa? Christopher always teases me, saying that he's going to make fun of me when I gain weight and start experiencing the unpleasant aspects of pregnancy, so his thoughtful response was shocking. I know he's sweet, but sometimes it's nice to be reminded.
Up next: cleaning off pictures from my phone. I'm pretty sure most of them are of the dogs. Get excited. :)
After Christopher and I finished watching TV it was just about time to go. We decided to go a little early because I couldn't sit around the house any longer. We got there, checked in, and payed (another treat - paying an ungodly amount for something you don't even want to do in the first place). We sat in the completely silent waiting room for about 10 minutes, watching an awkward video about dentures or teeth implants or something. You know, those absurd infomercial-like videos where the people talk and laugh and show an unusually large number of their teeth to show off how great they look. It's just not natural. Finally they say we can go ahead back so they can start prepping me (that freaked me out because I know exactly what that means - start the IV). We go back and I sit down in one of those oh-so-comfortable dentist chairs and the nurse puts a blood pressure cuff on my arm. I don't know why I hate those things so much, but it seems to me like they squeeze your arm just a little too hard. So it squeezes and squeezes and squeezes and beeps and beeps and the nurse says "Hmm. Well that can't be right." She asks me if I feel at all light-headed (remember, I haven't eat in 14 hours - an unheard of amount of time for me). Besides feeling hungry, I really don't feel dizzy or light-headed. She smiles and says "Okay. Let's just try that again." Great. I can't wait. So she takes my blood pressure again and I guess she was satisfied because she didn't go for a third try. Then she has to put on those little heart rate monitor circle sticky things (I know, I'm very technical). I was wearing a t-shirt so it was a bit awkward because she had to put her hand down my shirt to stick 2 of them on my chest and then the 3rd went on my side. Then they put a medical bracelet on my wrist with my name, age, and the teeth they're taking out (I
And now. The moment I'd been waiting for. The wonderful, sleep-inducing anesthesia. He injected that glorious little syringe into the top of my IV and said "Okay Cathleen, this will take about 60 seconds for you to feel anything." The nurse took my glasses off and put an oxygen tube in my nose (which wasn't really pleasant, but at that point I didn't care). "30 seconds." And that's the last thing I remember.
Christopher said he was only in the waiting room for about 15 minutes before they called him back to see me. The first thing I remember is my nurse explaining to Christopher how to fold up the gauze and put them in my mouth (such a special job, right?). I guess I kept slipping in and out because Christopher said we were back there for another 10 minutes before they wheeled me out to the car, but the next thing I remember is riding down the interstate. And then sitting in the Publix parking lot while my sweet husband went in to get my prescriptions, jello, and mashed potatoes. Those were the first vivid memories I can recall and I think that's only because I stared at the same stupid flower bobble-head in the car next to us for what seemed like an hour (really, only about 10 minutes). That thing drove me crazy.
We got home and Christopher said he needed to take the gauze out so I could eat something and take my medicine. What?? Medicine, sure, I'm totally fine for getting some more medicine. But eating and replacing the gauze - no thanks. This is the part I'd been looking forward to the second most (anesthesia being first) ... taking more fantastic medicine and passing the f out. But no. Christopher was very firm. "The nurse said you had to change the gauze and you had to take your medicine and you cannot take your medicine until you eat something." Sheesh. Being the sweet caretaker that he is, he made it as easy as possible for me. He sat me on the couch, went and got the jello, the medicine, and fresh gauze, opened the jello and handed me the spoon. Opening my mouth was about the last thing I wanted to do, but I really
I have no concept of time for the rest of the afternoon/evening. I remember ... the dogs jumping off and on the bed all afternoon (but when they were on, they were extra cuddly), hearing a James Bond movie playing downstairs, smelling mashed potatoes in my sleep, waking up and eating room temperature mashed potatoes (no hot food or drink for the first 3 days - delightful), talking on the phone to my mom, dad, Brittney, and my surgeon (he called to check on me - nice, huh? I'd recommend him to anyone - Dr. Bart Williams), and Christopher telling me things that I could clearly see, like "Okay, we have 3 steps right here ... the door is right in front of you ... this is your spoon." Thank you Christopher. I had surgery in my mouth, not my eyes. All in all, I felt great. After the anesthesia wore off I really never felt like I had to sleep (of course, that didn't stop me from sleeping a combined 42 of the next 72 hours) and I never felt weird like I have with other painkillers. I really wasn't in pain at all - a little sore and a lot swollen on Thursday and Friday, but never in any real pain.
Here are some of the valuable lessons I learned:
1. Getting blood drawn is not terrible.
2. Getting an IV is okay, especially if that IV is giving you anesthesia.
3. Blood pressure cuff - still bad.
4. Puppies are great cuddlers and provide great comfort when you don't feel well (I already knew that, of course). They do not, however, have any concept that you have had surgery. They were not any more gentle or less crazy than normal. I thought maybe they'd have some sort of sixth sense about these things and they'd calmly crawl on the bed and lay their head down gently so not to disturb me. But no - they jumped, they plopped, they stretched, they kicked. What can you do?
5. Christopher is an absolutely amazing caretaker. He was so sweet and gentle all day. He never once complained that he had to spend his one day off taking care of his poor, feeble wife. He anticipated nearly every need and want and if I did ask him for something he jumped up to do it immediately and not at all begrudgingly (in front of me, anyway). As we fell asleep that night, I told him how sweet he'd been and how much it meant to me and that I couldn't wait to see him take care of our children one day. Still being sweet he said "And take care of you when you have our babies." Whaa? Christopher always teases me, saying that he's going to make fun of me when I gain weight and start experiencing the unpleasant aspects of pregnancy, so his thoughtful response was shocking. I know he's sweet, but sometimes it's nice to be reminded.
Up next: cleaning off pictures from my phone. I'm pretty sure most of them are of the dogs. Get excited. :)
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Spring Break - Part 1
Let me just start this by saying I've noticed that I have a stream-of-consciousness "style" of writing. And by "style", I mean I write whatever the hell pops in my head ... going off on tangents, giving "side notes" that have no purpose, and often asking questions and then answering them myself. This can sometimes cause my posts to be extremely too long (I'm a big fan of giving details ... sometimes the unnecessary ones). I hope this doesn't bother anyone. I know Suzy (my dear friend, the English teacher) probably cringes when she reads my run-on-sentence-filled ramblings and my invented grammar. Suzy please don't let your mother read this, she'd never talk to me again. Or my mother for that matter. Oh well. It's how I talk, so it's how I write. Here we go.
So, I'm not really a fan of doctors and dentists (not the people, just what they do), but I have especially been dreading getting my wisdom teeth taken out. My dentist told me over a year ago that I should probably start that process. I didn't. When I went back to my dentist in the fall, he went ahead and faxed my referral over to an oral surgeon's office and told me I needed to follow up in the next couple weeks. I didn't. Until January (nearly 5 months later). I went for my consultation and they didn't do anything (they just took x-rays - nothing scary). They were all perfectly nice and helpful and they asked me if I'd like to schedule my surgery and I said no thanks. I promised I'd go home and look at my calendar and be sure to call them that week to make my appointment. I didn't. Until February. When I finally decided it would be better to just get it over with (and my 6 month dentist check-up was quickly approaching and I couldn't tell myhandsome sweet dentist that I still hadn't scheduled the surgery). So I asked Christopher what days he would be off during my spring break, and I called to schedule what I had been dreading since high school.
I don't actually remember exactly what I did to kick off my spring break weekend ... I know I went to church, probably went out to eat with my family, most likely slept late ... all the makings of a lazy vacation. Until Monday when I had a dermatologist appointment (this doesn't have anything to do with my wisdom teeth, but it helps to set up just how relaxing this break was for me). A few months ago I found a little bump on my skin that wasn't going away with regular facewash, so my general practitioner referred me to an excellent dermatologist. I went a few weeks ago and he decided that he needed to biopsy the bump (which means he stuck a giant needle in my face to numb the area and then sliced it off - very pleasant). The results came back as an angio-something, which is usually a result of a genetic disorder ... blah blah blah. He told me not to be worried, but I needed to come back to get a full body scan to see if he could find any more of the bumps. So that's what I was doing on Monday. Let me tell you, if you've never sat in front of your dermatologist in just your undergarments (and a paper sheet to hold in front of you) ... it is unlike any mortification I can explain. You're seriously more covered during an OBGYN appointment (until the actual exam). Anyway ... my doctor couldn't find any more of the bumps (Yay!) but just to be sure that I don't have either of the two genetic disorders associated with these angiothings ... he said I needed to get some bloodwork done. Have I mentioned how much I dislike needles? No? It's worse than my disdain of doctors. So I decided to go straight to Labcorp to get it over with. Too bad for me because one of the tests is an insulin test, and you can't eat 6-8 hours before, so I couldn't do it. Well what do you know? I can't eat before my wisdom teeth surgery on Wednesday, so I ask them if I can come back before my surgery to get my bloodwork done. You know, kill two unpleasant birds with one stone.
So now I'm really really REALLY dreading Wednesday. I tried to enjoy Tuesday as much as I could ... I slept late and then took balloons to Christopher's store (it was the 1 year anniversary of the Waffle House being open in Moonville!) After that, I met my mom and sister for lunch at Brick Street Cafe (delicious doesn't even begin to describe ... if you haven't had their "Best chocolate cake I've ever had", you're missing out). On Tuesday night, Christopher and I had a personal training session and I'm actually starting to enjoy working out, so that was good, too. We had supper and then I tried not to think about what I had to do the next day. I didn't sleep very much that night.
Wednesday morning. Christopher got up at 5:30 to play basketball at Earle Street (he loves when he doesn't have to work and he gets to play basketball with his friends at church). I woke up, took a shower, and lied in the bed until he came home and took a shower and we were both ready to go. We went to Labcorp at about 9:00. We were seriously in and out of there in about 15 minutes and I was pleasantly surprised at how easy it was. The woman (nurse I guess?) talked during the whole thing - none of that "Okay, are you ready? I'm going to put the needle in on the count of 3. Here we go." Does that actually help anyone? I doubt it. My wisdom teeth appointment wasn't until 11:00, so Christopher and I came home and watched some recorded TV - two of our favorites, How I Met Your Mother and Glee. I was enjoying my television shows so much, I almost forgot what I had to do next ... but not quite.
Okay, this is getting quite lengthy and I haven't even gotten to my surgery yet, so I'm going to stop there for now. I'll go ahead and start the next post, but I have a feeling I won't finish it until tomorrow. Until then ...
So, I'm not really a fan of doctors and dentists (not the people, just what they do), but I have especially been dreading getting my wisdom teeth taken out. My dentist told me over a year ago that I should probably start that process. I didn't. When I went back to my dentist in the fall, he went ahead and faxed my referral over to an oral surgeon's office and told me I needed to follow up in the next couple weeks. I didn't. Until January (nearly 5 months later). I went for my consultation and they didn't do anything (they just took x-rays - nothing scary). They were all perfectly nice and helpful and they asked me if I'd like to schedule my surgery and I said no thanks. I promised I'd go home and look at my calendar and be sure to call them that week to make my appointment. I didn't. Until February. When I finally decided it would be better to just get it over with (and my 6 month dentist check-up was quickly approaching and I couldn't tell my
I don't actually remember exactly what I did to kick off my spring break weekend ... I know I went to church, probably went out to eat with my family, most likely slept late ... all the makings of a lazy vacation. Until Monday when I had a dermatologist appointment (this doesn't have anything to do with my wisdom teeth, but it helps to set up just how relaxing this break was for me). A few months ago I found a little bump on my skin that wasn't going away with regular facewash, so my general practitioner referred me to an excellent dermatologist. I went a few weeks ago and he decided that he needed to biopsy the bump (which means he stuck a giant needle in my face to numb the area and then sliced it off - very pleasant). The results came back as an angio-something, which is usually a result of a genetic disorder ... blah blah blah. He told me not to be worried, but I needed to come back to get a full body scan to see if he could find any more of the bumps. So that's what I was doing on Monday. Let me tell you, if you've never sat in front of your dermatologist in just your undergarments (and a paper sheet to hold in front of you) ... it is unlike any mortification I can explain. You're seriously more covered during an OBGYN appointment (until the actual exam). Anyway ... my doctor couldn't find any more of the bumps (Yay!) but just to be sure that I don't have either of the two genetic disorders associated with these angiothings ... he said I needed to get some bloodwork done. Have I mentioned how much I dislike needles? No? It's worse than my disdain of doctors. So I decided to go straight to Labcorp to get it over with. Too bad for me because one of the tests is an insulin test, and you can't eat 6-8 hours before, so I couldn't do it. Well what do you know? I can't eat before my wisdom teeth surgery on Wednesday, so I ask them if I can come back before my surgery to get my bloodwork done. You know, kill two unpleasant birds with one stone.
So now I'm really really REALLY dreading Wednesday. I tried to enjoy Tuesday as much as I could ... I slept late and then took balloons to Christopher's store (it was the 1 year anniversary of the Waffle House being open in Moonville!) After that, I met my mom and sister for lunch at Brick Street Cafe (delicious doesn't even begin to describe ... if you haven't had their "Best chocolate cake I've ever had", you're missing out). On Tuesday night, Christopher and I had a personal training session and I'm actually starting to enjoy working out, so that was good, too. We had supper and then I tried not to think about what I had to do the next day. I didn't sleep very much that night.
Wednesday morning. Christopher got up at 5:30 to play basketball at Earle Street (he loves when he doesn't have to work and he gets to play basketball with his friends at church). I woke up, took a shower, and lied in the bed until he came home and took a shower and we were both ready to go. We went to Labcorp at about 9:00. We were seriously in and out of there in about 15 minutes and I was pleasantly surprised at how easy it was. The woman (nurse I guess?) talked during the whole thing - none of that "Okay, are you ready? I'm going to put the needle in on the count of 3. Here we go." Does that actually help anyone? I doubt it. My wisdom teeth appointment wasn't until 11:00, so Christopher and I came home and watched some recorded TV - two of our favorites, How I Met Your Mother and Glee. I was enjoying my television shows so much, I almost forgot what I had to do next ... but not quite.
Okay, this is getting quite lengthy and I haven't even gotten to my surgery yet, so I'm going to stop there for now. I'll go ahead and start the next post, but I have a feeling I won't finish it until tomorrow. Until then ...
Pause
I promise I'm working on my greatly anticipated wisdom teeth post (I actually started it this morning between the sunrise service and regular church), but I need to hit pause for the afternoon. It is way too pretty to sit inside on the computer, so I am instead soaking up some sun in the backyard. I assure you I will finish my post once the sun goes down. Now I need to go wipe the sunscreen fingerprints from my phone and continue listening to glee. I hope everyone else is enjoying this delightful Easter Sunday! :)
Saturday, April 23, 2011
Marital Exchange of the Day
I'm stealing this idea from Chris and Alex Payne (I just tried to "tag" them to give them credit - what a Facebook world we live in.)
Marital Exchange Of the Day
Me: (very sweetly) What do you want to do for supper, darling?
Christopher: What?! Why are we talking right now?
Me: (stunned, but still sweet) Whatever do you mean, precious?
Christopher: I'm researching right now. Can't you see? I'm on the internet.
And scene.
Seriously. Okay, I may have exaggerated with my overly sweet sentiment (when I hear it in my head it sounds like a sweet southern belle ... dahhling, suppah, etc. If you didn't read it like that, go back and read it again. I swear it makes it better.), but I'm really not exaggerating with Christopher ... he takes his internet research very seriously. The boy is ADHD off the charts, but he can sit at the computer for hours. I'm sure he was researching something ground-breaking and life-altering like puppies for adoption in our area, some very necessary, not at all expensive gadget he must have, or something to do with Georgia Tech athletics. You know, the important things in life. I'm also sure that whatever it was he could tell you more than you ever wanted to know about it. Now this does come in handy sometimes. Like when we actually need to buy something ... Christopher will research it to death to make sure we make the best possible decision. I do, however, fear the day I become pregnant ... Christopher will know every single thing that is happening to our growing baby and my changing body for every second of those nine months. This would be fine, except that the only thing Christopher loves more than researching is sharing what he's learned.
Okay, I promise to write a real post tomorrow. It will most likely be about my wisdom teeth surgery (Is that even what you call it? Wisdom teeth extraction? Surgery to take out wisdom teeth?). Whatever. It promises to be thrilling. I know you can't wait.
Marital Exchange Of the Day
Me: (very sweetly) What do you want to do for supper, darling?
Christopher: What?! Why are we talking right now?
Me: (stunned, but still sweet) Whatever do you mean, precious?
Christopher: I'm researching right now. Can't you see? I'm on the internet.
And scene.
Seriously. Okay, I may have exaggerated with my overly sweet sentiment (when I hear it in my head it sounds like a sweet southern belle ... dahhling, suppah, etc. If you didn't read it like that, go back and read it again. I swear it makes it better.), but I'm really not exaggerating with Christopher ... he takes his internet research very seriously. The boy is ADHD off the charts, but he can sit at the computer for hours. I'm sure he was researching something ground-breaking and life-altering like puppies for adoption in our area, some very necessary, not at all expensive gadget he must have, or something to do with Georgia Tech athletics. You know, the important things in life. I'm also sure that whatever it was he could tell you more than you ever wanted to know about it. Now this does come in handy sometimes. Like when we actually need to buy something ... Christopher will research it to death to make sure we make the best possible decision. I do, however, fear the day I become pregnant ... Christopher will know every single thing that is happening to our growing baby and my changing body for every second of those nine months. This would be fine, except that the only thing Christopher loves more than researching is sharing what he's learned.
Okay, I promise to write a real post tomorrow. It will most likely be about my wisdom teeth surgery (Is that even what you call it? Wisdom teeth extraction? Surgery to take out wisdom teeth?). Whatever. It promises to be thrilling. I know you can't wait.
Thursday, April 21, 2011
Can't sleep
I'm lying here in my bed at 7:00am during my spring break and I can't go back to sleep!! If you know me, this might be a bit shocking. I LOVE to sleep and I can usually fall asleep any time of day and it doesn't affect me. Until yesterday. I had my wisdom teeth taken out yesterday morning so I slept most of the afternoon and evening. I thought I might have a hard time falling asleep last night, but I drifted off to sleep as soon as the light went off. Then for some reason when Christopher got up at 5:45 for work, I was wide awake and haven't been able to fall back asleep. Normally I just barely wake up long enough to tell him I love him and give him a goodbye smooch (I love that word). Oh well, perhaps I'll get a head start on some chores. Right after I make one more attempt to fall asleep. Maybe the rain outside will help.
(Side note: I took a picture of the pups who are having no trouble sleeping. Unfortunately, I can't upload it straight from my phone. Maybe I'll add it later.)
(Side note: I took a picture of the pups who are having no trouble sleeping. Unfortunately, I can't upload it straight from my phone. Maybe I'll add it later.)
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